After managing some repairs to a broken door lock, Dawit (a lovely guy and experienced driver) & I left Addis at 9:45 on Meskal morning. A quiet holiday morning after the bonfires the night before that celebrate the Meskal Eve. We are breakfast in Mukuturi, a town on the main road north from Addis we said goodbye to the asphalt and headed east on a gravel road. We were in the very north of Oromia region; horse country, but lots of cattle too.

We crossed Jammu river and stopped to see pilgrims from a bus (en route from Jimma to Gishen Mariam) washing in the river. We saw our tyre getting flat. It was 1,275 m above sea level. The temperature felt like 40*C. The nuts for the wheel got so hot they burned my fingers when I picked them up. It took 45 min to change tyre. I got my workout jacking up the car, moving wheels around, etc. I was able to wash in the river, which flowed with warm water.

We finally left at 1:40, but with no working spare tyre now ?. If another tyre was to go we were in deep dudu.

The Jammu river was our first gorge … first of many.

Fortunately 20 minutes later we pulled into a small place called Fetera, found a ‘gomista’ to fix the tyres and ate enjara & beg tibs, before setting off with our two working spares. ?

Soon we got to close to Alem Ketema (one of the main towns marked in our route) but the road out was a sharp left just west of the town so we didn’t see the place..

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We crossed the river on a narrow Bailey bridge at around 1,370 meters, and drove back up into the highlands. We were shocked to hit asphalt, but it was on edge of a small town. I noted smart hotel which looked ok. The asphalt ended 500m outside town.

We drove through several small towns but the roads between were rough. We were on a plateau around 2,500 m. The wonchit gorge to our right. We soon realised that we were loosing the power steering. The oil had drained out. Dawit filled the fluid levels up but it went back out. The steering was hard without the power steering and we risked blowing the pump.

Next up the engine oil level light came on. That was a loose bolt. With some help from a passing truck we got that fixed and added some oil. The joys of an old Landrover.

We rocked up in Were Ilu, an historic town in N. Shoa at about 7pm. Found a decent hotel, a meal and a good sleep.